When small children are crying in the street
With torn and muddied clothes, ya no shoes on their feet.
Tears shedding of the dirt on their ugly lonesome faces
Eyes showing the horror of such horrible places.
Ohh they are out in fear from their so called homes
Left to play in pong and survive on their own.
Innocence slowly get disappeared
Eventually the child, will get out from the play of desire.
Will he chose to continue the legacy?
And fight to the death, for another's supremacy?
Or does he have the strength to stand alone
Fighting not for country, but to fix his own wooden made home.
Fighting for the rights of the childhoods taken from him
And they are blaming themselves and just cursing their sin.
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